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Look me in the eyes
And see the pain inside
See the darkness
Fading into light
See my sadness
Washed away with joy
See my fear
Fading into peace
Watch my secrets
Put out to the curb
See my pain
Washed away
In the comfort of his arms
I am dead
in my head
there's a corpse
in my bed
it's a waste of time to try and change her mind
don't even try she's got a guy in mind
it's a waste of effort to try and steal her heart
it's locked up in the dark
don't try and steal her heart
i'm alone
going where i'm going
so alone
why 'm i going where i'm going
so alone
people think i'm happy
so alone
people think i'm crazy
so alone
nothin's holdin' me back
so alone
nothin's holdin' me down
so alone
nothin's holding me up
so alone
thought this up walking to school monday
adopt a demon tonight
and if you're a writer
she'll help you become a
great one even
It is worth exposing yourself
to her
You won't call her a demon,
of course. That term is offensive
You'll refer to her as The Muse,
your muse
and she will visit you when the
time is right
and the time will be right
when you start doing your thing
You'll see.
People like you die young, she said
You don't drink, don't
do drugs, eat healthy, rarely
go out, rarely meet new girls

But you keep on writing, boy, you
keep on writing
and that's enough to outweigh
all the above

You'll see
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